Cuffy and the Maple‑Sugar
NOTHER day had come and all the morning long Cuffy
Bear and his sister Silkie played and played as hard as
they could. They played that they were making
While they were playing Cuffy kept wishing for some
What do you suppose he was going to do?
To tell the truth, Cuffy himself did not quite know. When he came to the tree that he had found the day before he stopped and drank some of the sap once more; and he tried to imagine how sugar would taste a hundred times sweeter. Then Cuffy went on down the mountainside.
At last he spied a little house in a clearing. From its chimney a stream of smoke rose, and as Cuffy peeped from behind a tree he saw a man come out and pick up an armful of wood from the woodpile nearby. While Cuffy watched, the man carried in several loads. Soon the smoke began fairly to pour out of the chimney; and then the man came out once more, picked up an axe near the woodpile, and started off toward the other side of the clearing.
Cuffy was trembling with excitement. The wind blew
right in his face and brought to him two odors that
were quite different. One was the
Which do you think won—Cuffy's nose or his legs?
. . .
Yes! His nose won! Pretty soon Cuffy slipped from
tree and scampered as fast as he could run
to the door of the
Just inside the door stood a tub full of something
brown. One sniff told Cuffy that it was
In the middle of the room was a big pan which gave off clouds of steam. Cuffy wanted to see it. And with his mouth full of sugar he walked up to the pan and looked into it. He saw a golden liquid, and Cuffy felt that he simply must taste that too. So he dipped both his front paws right into the bubbling syrup.